Delia doing housework at her mother-in-law’s (my mom’s) place:
I’ve been here at my mom’s for about a month during and after her gnarly surgery for pancreatic cancer. Delia has only been able to make it over here once during that time for one weekend, while I have not been able to get back home the entire time.
I’m feeling some resentment off and on, but lots of gratitude, too. Looking at these pictures of my wife performing these services sparks all of those feelings and many more. Family and/or housework have a tendency to provoke these kinds of sparkly firestorms of feelings. For me, anyway. How about you?
We have so many beautiful photos and sexy videos of content we’ve shot at my mom’s (old) house over the years where my mom did tons of prep work to get everything as clean and photogenic and special as she could for us. All of that and more. If I can’t even get a gallery put together right now in homage to all of that, how can I ever expect to repay her fully? There aren’t a lot of parents you can tell about your sex work / porn careers, let alone help you use their home as a porn set. We’re extremely fortunate to have my mom’s enthusiastic and tangibly-helpful support.
Pretty sure this is one of the burdens of love: being indebted forever, with no possibility of ever paying the “debt(s)” off in full. Some cultures are more conscious of this dilemma than others. Even if your parents make tons of mistakes (as we humans are prone to doing), it’s hard not to feel like you owe them your life for eternity. How in the fuck can you ever pay that off? When does your life become your own?
The more important and realistically productive question may be: how and when can I make enough money to pay for professional housekeepers / cleaners?
I don’t want my wife OR my mom OR me to have to do this bullshit at this point in our lives, and definitely not all three of us on the regular.